Page 39 of The Don's Hidden Heir

I don’t care if the fucker crawls into the darkest and deepest hole on the planet, I’ll burn the rest of the world to a crisp to find him.

Chapter Ten

Elena

“He’s so hot,” Moira whispers, pushing her chair closer to me with her eyes glued to the man sitting on one of the sofas in the living room. “Who is he?”

I glance at Marcus. He has the same piercing blue eyes, onyx black hair and sharp jaw as Dominic, but while Dominic soaks up the energy around him and morphs it into a dark aura, Marcus’s presence just makes me fidget a little.

They have the same emotionless masks, but I don’t melt away from the intensity of Marcus’s stare. He’s wearing a black shirt and black slacks that I’m sure are from one of the most expensive designer shops, but unlike Dominic, he’s not obsessed with fitting himself inside a suit jacket.

I bite back a smile because I think Dominic has an obsession with suits. I imagine him going berserk if I decided to hide all his suit jackets.

While I’ve never seen jewelry on Dominic besides the gold signet ring that curls around the index finger on his right hand, Marcus has flashy diamond and garnet rings on his fingers. He’s also wearing a stainless-steel bracelet with a lion and crest carved into it, just like it is on Dominic’s signet ring.

“He’s Lucas’s uncle,” I mutter. Marcus’s eyes meet mine and I quickly look the other way.

Moira keeps her gaze glued to him, though. She’s licking her lips and salivating over a man who looks like he wouldn’t even flinch before he kills a person. My shoulders sag because I’m not any better than she is.

I come close to losing my mind whenever I am around Dominic. He’s teased me so much for sending the text I did the other night, not that I care. The problem, however, is that my body aches with needs whenever I’m around him and I just want him to rip off my clothes and fuck me hard.

I know I shouldn’t entertain thoughts like that about him, but shit, I can’t help it. Heat prickles down my spine just thinking of him.

“You didn’t tell me Dominic had such a handsome brother.” She fans herself with her hand as if the room isn’t freezing cold. If it isn’t, then maybe the shivers trickling down my spine are from two hours of thinking about Dominic’s offer.

No, not an offer. More like an order.

I hiss and clench my fists.He must think I’m one of his boys.

Given how much Moira hates brutes, I’m surprised she’s drooling over Marcus like freshly baked bread. When she came in an hour ago, Marcus had refused to let her come in without thoroughly searching her bags. He’d taken it a step further and asked her to take off her shoes, bra and every other piece of clothing he thought a weapon could be hidden in.

My pleas for him to let her come in were like pouring water on rock, none of it moved him.

While his hands searched her, Moira had touched him, “Be careful where you touch. You don’t want me getting the wrong idea.”

Marcus’s reply was only four words that silenced Moira for thirty minutes after they’d been uttered, “You’re not my type.”

I giggle because they’d been so cute. I’m not a fan of fiction, but it sounded like they were enemies who would soon be lovers. On a second thought, I doubt there’s a chance that would ever happen. Marcus doesn’t strike me as the type of guy to ever fall in love.

“That’s because it’s the first time I’m meeting him.” I’d heard about Marcus and Vincent when I dated Dominic seven years ago, but this is the first time I’m meeting Marcus in person. I haven’t met Vincent either, but I imagine he looks just like his brothers.

She grabs my arm and squeezes it. “Introduce us.”

“No.”

“Please.” She sticks her face in mine.

I place a finger on her forehead and push her face away. “No. Didn’t you see how cold he was to you earlier? He’s also part of the mafia, and I’m not sure you want to get mixed up with stuff like this.”

“Mixed up with what? Having hot men protect you around the clock?” She laughs. “Girl, I wouldn’t mind if that’s what it would take to get him in my pants.”

I shake my head. I should be used to it by now, but I still get surprised whenever Moira says one of those crazy things she does. “Horny rabbit.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “Who wouldn’t be around a guy like that? Now I see what it is you see in Dominic.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “What do I see in Dominic? And didn’t you have a crush on him too?”

“Firm abs and a back I can’t wait to dig my nails into while he fucks me?” She nudges me with her shoulder and winks at me. “I did have a crush on Dominic, but only for a while. Dominic is yours, and his brother is way hotter anyway.”

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